I find myself looking into mirrors more than others. Or at least stare at it differently than others do. I mean, you stand there looking to see if your hair is done well, if you've got a zit on your forehead, or even admire yourself after dressed and looking your best. But for me, I stand there looking deeply in, focused completely, staring at the beast staring back at me. His thoughts are mine, and my actions are his. I know nothing of him, yet he knows everything about me. He mocks me, and I feel paralyzed.. Yet he's always there with me. Judging me? Correcting me? I can't tell. I just know he understands me better than anyone including myself...
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